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12/14/2003 Entry: "Contempt"
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Wow, this blog entry is a lot of griping. Don't like it?
Oh, well.
Part of this entry is dedicated to the males of homo sapiens. Oh, these lost souls. Their chromosomes doomed them before they could even mess it up themselves.
I assure you, I speak not of all males. If I did, well, that would be a dark and sad day for the human race. No, I am speaking of ones that breath stupidity as many organisms intake oxygen.
I have a friend. And very dear to my soul she is. As we have been friends for a considerable number of years (considerable when one takes into concern the length of our lives), I have come to realize that it is a trial to the public as to why this soul is my friend. She is apparently the antithesis of myself, and so it came to the point where I believe that the general public is under the impression that I've bullied her innocent and much grieved soul to be my lone ally.
She denies this. Probably to make me feel better.
Although I think it's kinda funny.
At any rate, another grieved soul decided that my dear friend was really his kindred soul, and begged her to bestow her gentle heart to him. The fellow was denied - in triplicate - and was instead bestowed with sympathy from my dear friend. She offered him the hand of friendship (which is murder in itself), and was instead answered with a reply on how I would not appreciate that sort of thing. Ha, ha.
I approached the fellow later with a question as to why he denied the hand of friendship with the excuse of me. He said he was making a joke. He also said he was scared of me, and yes, he was perfectly serious. Although I knew that without him telling me.
Perhaps I'm wrong. After all, the male mind works in ways that are quite illogical. But really, he essentially told her that he likes her 'so far as I'm away from your best friend'. With my appearance, he cringes in fear and dances away on spindly legs.
Hence, back to my earlier statement as to how the public views that I have imprisoned my friend by my hostile personality. Now, really. When you pursue someone, do you go around telling them that you are deathly afraid of their friends? It presents an image of cowardice, and I find that so attractive, yes I do.
I ask, too: what does he expect her to say? Perhaps agreement: "Oh, god, someone else sees the light! I love you desperately!" or "Haha, yes, I know, I'm just friends with her out of pity" or "Yes, but someone must take the burden of taming her down so that she does not blow up the general public". I should just shoot my unholy soul.
The gist of it is, I really hate manipulative tactics like that. Sympathy tactics, all of that crap. Plus, it's quite insulting - yes, I always tell guys I like them and are afraid to death of their best friends.
Suppose my friend had reciprocated those feelings. Would she then have been expected to choose between dividing her time between him and myself because he would have been far too afraid to come near me? It's a moot point, but still. I take a personal affront to this. Hmph.
I didn't want to pummel him into the ground before now. Ah, well, the end is near.
Oh, yeah, my grandmother's sister was in the hospital the other day. Since she was very, very ill, my parents and I went to the hospital to give last respects or something, but when we got there, the nurses in the patient's room informed my mother that she had already died and that they had just finished cleaning. It took me an hour to realize that they meant cleaning HER. Oops. It was a bizarre moment. (If you're sensing a lack of grief on my part, I've met the lady perhaps once in my life.) At any rate, the hospital is a nice one (my mother works there), and, in fact, looks like an apartment building. (Huntington Memorial.)
On a happier note, my grades have gone up in most of my classes, including Calculus. Yay. On a darker note, I don't understand dying water lilies, Fitzgerald, and Calculus. Boo.
BTW:
If you're living and breathing, I'm sure you know that Saddam has been caught and will be tried before an Iraqi court (recently established by the U.S.) as to whether or not he is guilty of 'crimes against humanity'. He is, according to all news sources, unrepentant. Apparently, people danced in the streets. Oh, yeah, and Bush gave a speech on how the people never again need to be afraid of the tyrant and his mass graves, etc, etc.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's a bad thing he's caught. Just, now what? Bush can now tote a gold placard to elections stating "I'm the guy who found Saddam" (never mind weapons of mass destruction). The U.S. is "revitalizing" Iraq. As a person who just completed a project on the Reconstruction, I have some serious doubts as to how long this revitalization is going to last.
For those of you not in my history class, the reconstruction was a period of time post-Civil War where they basically tried to integrate freedmen (former slaves) into society as well as bringing the southern states back into the union. I might add that in the end, the former was a big failure because the southern states basically ignored the 14th and 15th Amendments and said, "Hey, we like Jim Crow," and did whatever they wanted anyway. They had the option of ignoring those amendments because our government basically got bored and wanted to go do something else.
Eh-hem. I'm being awfully cynical, but I really want to know what's going to happen now.
And no more presidents in pilot jump suits. Please.
Spoken words: 18 have fallen.
Part of this entry is dedicated to the males of homo sapiens. Oh, these lost souls. Their chromosomes doomed them before they could even mess it up themselves.
I love you. Very few writers can make me want to kiss them for opinions with which part of me disagrees violently. Sure, on some level, they all seem prisoners of their minds and bodies, even moreso than girls at the same age.
On another level, however, there's an excellent reason that I have, let's see... four male friends whom I would call "close," and only two, maybe three, girls who would receive the same honor. You, dear, would bring it up to three or four if we ever got to speak more than two words to each other at a stretch.
Some girls are so emotional, petty, shrill, and competitive that it makes. Me want. To die. Too many females remind me of Mrs. Bennet, not nearly enough of Elizabeth. I'd even settle for Jane.
And Wickham's way more fun than his female counterpart, Lydia. You know it's true.
"Look, Ma! It's another of Christina's patented Comments That Would Not Die!"
It is idiotic of him to be blind to your many excellent qualities just because he fears you -- as, I think, the sanest of us does at times. A tiny bit of Janice-terror is just good sense -- a healthy respect for your abilities more than anything else.
I love love love how you wrote your deconstruction of this pitiful boy. The entry's title shone through every line. Jane would be proud.
Have you heard that Bush is threatening France and other countries that opposed the war with national boycotts unless they chip in on Iraq's reconstruction?
Posted by Christina @ 12/15/2003 12:00 AM PST
Oh, heaven knows I am not advocating females, but I was in one of those dark chocolate moods.
I hate dark chocolate.
But, at any rate, I am sure that the few males that you are friends with are not neccessarily included in this entry. As I said, only ones who breathe stupidity. And you, darling, would never be dear friends wtih those who did. Aside from - well.
I know I have done my best when I am complimented by thee. I should go to my bed and giggle, tee-hee. But alas! I must go to school and be long winded. Farewell.
Posted by Janice @ 12/15/2003 07:07 AM PST
Like Christina, I agree that Janice-terror is good. HOw else would we get the girl who must not be named to go away at lunch.
And Stacy wouldn't do something like that. She would choose you over .
Posted by Jessica @ 12/15/2003 07:14 AM PST
I thought we weren't saying names...even all who are not the aforementioned party know that they are not the sweet and lovely antithesis of Janice, in fact, we are her partners in crime.
Even if we are not the lovely best friend, it might still be good for Janice to know that we love her too and no amount of bullying would makes us go away, so have no fear of what made us stay.
Posted by Sarah @ 12/15/2003 05:02 PM PST
There needs to be a sarcasm tag. Like, bold or something, but like: [Sarcasm] Yes I TOTALLY agree.[/Sarcasm]
I need to read this things like three times before it makes any sense. Too many big words, I can't handle more than three syllables.
This guy doesn't seem NEARLY as bad as the emo kids though, he just said he didn't like you. No big deal.
And the "Let's just be friends" thing is total crap. Maybe not coming from Stacy, but yeah, don't do it.
Posted by Andrew @ 12/15/2003 06:24 PM PST
I can't say you're wrong, can't say you're right, can say that that particular mindset is exactly what prompted this entry.
And I have some thoughts on that last line. Mmmhmm.
Posted by Janice @ 12/15/2003 07:29 PM PST
Just remember what the statistics book says. Men are failures.
Posted by Earl @ 12/15/2003 09:49 PM PST
Well well, I see Janice is keeping mum about this whole issue. -_- As for Andrew's comment what does, "And the "Let's just be friends" thing is total crap. Maybe not coming from Stacy, but yeah, don't do it." mean?! ^.^ Should I be insulted?
Hmm... people can be rather stupid ne? I think that anyone who can be friends with Janice for this long has to be inherently evil.
Earl, DON'T follow the statistics. *_*
*edited by Janice to get rid of the underlining * two underscores = underlining, four= blank.
Posted by Stacy @ 12/15/2003 10:52 PM PST
Why is that all underlined? 0_o
Posted by Stacy @ 12/15/2003 10:53 PM PST
Sarah has a good point. I'm here because I wuv you. You're one of the very few people to whom I can appeal for intelligent support ("It's not just me, right? That really is stupid/disgusting/jaw-droppingly enviable/all of the above, isn't it?"). All my friends would back me up, but you're one of... um... two who have the necessary cynicism and biting wit.
The other one's a guy.
Andrew: I know that "just friends" stuff is crap. Every girl with half a brain does. But, see, the thing is... sometimes it fits. A lot of the time it fits. That's how it got to be so damn irritating. I've asked guys what we should say instead in those situations, and they have no answer (unless you count, "'I'm sorry, I can't go out. I'll be dead before then. I think that means we should have sex now'").
Forget it, Stacy. I don't think Andrew knows what he's talking about either.
Posted by Christina @ 12/16/2003 12:30 AM PST
Bingo, Christina. At any rate, if one person likes another, the only thing that the wooer wants to hear is an affirmative response. Otherwise, anything replied is pretty much crap.
And honestly, what else are you going to say other than that line? "DIE, SCUMBAG!" "No, never, not in your lifetime, nay, nope, would rather die an excruciating death inflicted by obscure poison." ?
Blargh.
Posted by Janice @ 12/16/2003 04:58 PM PST
The let's be friends thing has actually worked for me, but then again, we were friends before too.
Posted by Sarah @ 12/17/2003 05:55 PM PST
Part of this entry is dedicated to the males of homo sapiens. Oh, these lost souls. Their chromosomes doomed them before they could even mess it up themselves.
^.^ That was rather cruel, neh?
Posted by Sarah (again) @ 12/17/2003 05:56 PM PST
I blogged. No, the world didn't end, but I still did it. I explain the entry. Read it or die.
http://www.angelfire.com/anime5/lightofsaturn/sarah/
Posted by Sarah (3 times) @ 12/17/2003 06:20 PM PST
No, you read it wrong, the friend thing is too nice.
See, good people shouldn't mind all too much, and a "DIE SCUMBAG!!" would actually be pretty funny.
But out generation has too many freaking emo kids, and they need to be... Cured. Cured of dumbassery.
And with that we drop the subject and don't read any of these comments any again because then you'll find all of the stupid things I say that don't make sense and make me a hypocrite.
All you need to know is that I win the comment section on this blog again, the Statistics book comes in 2nd, Janice and Christina tie for second to last for trying to undermine my authority, and Sarah loses for shamelessly plugging her blog.
Posted by Andrew @ 12/17/2003 09:08 PM PST
I always lose...as long as you go see it.
Posted by Sarah @ 12/18/2003 06:15 PM PST
do u not have a life to write all that damn u wrote alot
Posted by wow..... @ 02/16/2004 08:04 PM PST
JANICE NEEDS TO GET A LIFE AND STOP INTERLOPING INTO THE BUSINESS OF OTHERS... STUPID BITCH STOP PMSing AND GET A GRIP LIFE SUCKS ALMOST AS MUCH AS YOU!
Posted by ... @ 02/22/2004 11:53 PM PST